It’s the fantasy of what could be, that pushed you over the edge.
the almost lover that rendered perfect in your eyes,
the almost friend that you pictured holding hands with until the very hands weakened with time,
the almost man you thought could save you
So you hold on to a picture perfect image of what could be
and on that string dangled in front of you was a dream you struggled to face with reality
the invisible knot you twisted to connect him to you,
nothing but a silly imagination that drove you to insanity.